No, I am not talking about the type of “Iced” as in dead. Though, ironically, that is actually a part of this story, but we will save that for another time (or not… you may have to ask me privately π€«π€«).
But, at the time of the writing of this Birthday Letter to my husband, it happens to be that someone dear to me was “icing me out” on Facebook. Oh, sure, the younger generation calls it ghosting, but analytically speaking, it goes deeper than that and it is an intentional avoidance, whether consciously or subconsciously.
But, the point of this blog is PERSISTING in the POSITIVE so rather than supporting the analysis of the data that supports my statement, I would like to post the encouragement that I received after posted the notable Birthday Letter and that is the beautiful comment that I received.
Also, it was interesting that the wonderful people who supported the post are the creative types, the artistic types, the writers, the songwriters, the fans, the wonderful people out there to whom I say a great big THANK YOU! π€π€π€ and a Hollywood Kiss ππππ
We may crave the love of a, dear loved one, and we may be deprived that very natural connection, but we can positively persist and enjoy something even greater and realize the beauty that is all around us… if we will just look. I did. And, thank you to those who were gracious enough to share that with me.πππ
Text of the Birthday Letter
As I sit here, thinking about you, watching the minutes ticking down to your birthday, I am lost for words. You see, there are no words to adequately describe the wonderful man that Michael Anderson is. Saying “Happy Birthday” is kind and relevant, but truly, I owe you all that I am. Any greeting of any kind, even on your birthday, falls short.
You saved me in a way that only you would understand. π«Ά
And, it hit me. It is because of the musician’s heart. It is a language that is only truly spoken by a very few (and even fewer than that very few!), and beyond that, we have our own special language and a language of the heart, as my grandma said four decades ago, as if predicting your arrival in my life.
You knew me and that heart that wrote “Patch Cord” for my grandfather back when I was about 14 or so and mastered it in your studio decades later. (How could you have mastered it perfectly without having known my heart?) You knew me when I wrote the words to the song for my best friend in high school, helping her work through her trauma. I wrote the words, “Friends should never say goodbye, but they do… and when they do, it’s hard to pass them by… So hear me when I say how much I love and care for you… and when I’m done and gone, please love me, too…” when I was 17, and yet you captured the heart of that song decades later, in your studio when others did not even know the song existed. You did not just read words or see musical notes; you felt the heart within and understood the songwriter.
As you told me the other night, you were waiting for me to come to my senses to find and choose you, as you knew I would. Because YOU, my love, have a musician’s heart, and you found this musician’s heart when she needed to be found, and you have been cherishing her ever since. That is a gift that goes beyond the understanding of a few simple words or any number of lyrics. And that is celebrated on this day, your birthday, and every day as it is a love that transcends the here and now.
Thank you for finding my heart and for sharing another year and another birthday with me, my love. π₯° Happy Birthday to My Rocker Love and Seaside Records Exec. πΈπΈπΉπ΅π΅